“It’s a shame then that my enjoyment of International Women’s Day each 8th March is consistently spoiled by the United Nations’ attempt to put men at the heart of feminism with their #HeForShe campaign.

Let me say this very clearly. Men-centric feminism is garbage. Feminism is not about men. We should not be putting men at the centre of a day for women.

I personally am very happy for men to describe themselves as feminists, but they should be the loyal, kit-wearing supporters in the stands, and women, the first XI. #HeForShe is a pitch invasion, where men nick the ball and start booting it around to show how much they want the match to go ahead as planned.

International Women’s Day is about women. It is about the issues and oppressions that affect women globally. Hearing the statistics and stories should be enough for men to support women without it being specifically branded for them. If a man can hear that 85,000 women are raped in the UK each year and only care when this fact is labelled FOR MEN like a horrifying statistical Yorkie, he probably isn’t that much use to the feminist cause in the first place.

Feminism is constantly expected to make itself pretty and palatable. We’ve created the straw feminist, all smouldering tits and desiccated ovaries, sticking pins into voodoo dolls’ little embroidered balls, just so we can say, “I’m a feminist, but I’m not one of those feminists. I love men!” Loving men and being a feminist are not mutually exclusive but nor is “loving men” in any way a mandatory part of feminism. We should not pander to make men who, whether they support it or not, are part of a system that benefits them.”

-Rosie Fletcher

Ms. Fletcher isn’t going to win many male friends for this article, but rightly so, feminism isn’t about the men. :)

This is one of those cases where all the hard work has been done for me. The train has wrecked, the roller coaster has cleanly left the rails, the cat has barfed on the piano. The fail is so densely packed into Matthew’s post that just unpacking it all might use up all the ink in the mighty Red Pen of Justice. Fortunately, as a teacher and feminist ally, I always bring several back ups because you can never overestimate how stupid people are. Let us begin, faithful readers, to tease apart this wretched hive of scum and misogyny.

“I Hate Teasing Whores” – (or How Yoga-Pants Destroyed My Life.)

(Wow, with a title like this, it must be a very important article filled with facts and deep truths about life.)

I saw a young woman in the grocery store a few hours ago wearing spandex pants that were so obscenely tight that you could almost see the outline of her _____ from the front. (I suppose the polite euphemism is “camel toe”.) (Lady parts are not dirty words – try Labia or even Vulva – but let’s not focus too much on your casual misogyny, bigger fish to fry, let me assure you gentle readers.) Probably the only reason I didn’t jump on top of her (Wow, you are just begging for a cookie here – you achieved the lowest rung of human decency – for the wrong reasons. Congratulations Dude!!) is because I’m pretty sure even women who dress like whores aren’t really interested in random sexual encounters, and I didn’t want her to freak out (notice that it is her fault for what HE does) and get me arrested and sent to prison (Unlikely as most rapists don’t go to prison, but here’s hoping…).

– Just to clue a few of you women in (because mansplaining is always helpful), if you walk around in spandex pants, the first thing my eyes are drawn to is your crotch (if you’re walking towards me), and of course I look at your butt as you’re walking away from me (damn those women and their mind controlling trousers. If you only knew the POWER of the dark sideYoga Pants). I don’t know if I’m a “pervert” for being so interested in your genitals (Let me clear that up for you: “yes you are a pervert. Whew, that was easy.) or if I’m just a normal heterosexual male who likes _____ (Wow, maybe you should just make a cast of female genitalia and make sweet dude-love to that all day; everyone would win.).

It could also be that I’m sexually frustrated because I don’t have a girlfriend or a wife (because you’re a creeper. Pro-tip: If you think of women as people as opposed to fuck-toilet parts you may have more success.), but I don’t think using a casual girlfriend for sex would make me such a great person (no, you are already a very bad person, you don’t have to worry about minor shit like this.), and finding someone who’s right to marry (I’m thinking right now, potted plants are beyond the reach of your particular brand of ‘appreciation”. Maybe a pet rock?)is an even more difficult challenge.

Oh, watching porn does help alleviate some of my sexual frustration(because watching women being degraded and abused is awesome!) but not all of it (have you tried going lefty, *singing* ” OMG! It’s a whole new world!!!”). But wouldn’t it be nice if we could all live in a society where people simply dressed decently? (because how other people dress is your business…?) –

People didn’t used to dress this way (your grasp of the intricate notion of how fashion changes over time is clearly demonstrative of a keen intellect). Actually, to put it in perspective, think about what spandex pants are for a moment: you’re basically wearing panty hose without the dress (Damn, the dudely wisduh is flowing fast and furious now, this yet another example of a dude setting up women to be responsible for dudely actions). You’re half-dressed and almost naked (and that can only mean the person in question is a slut, amiright?). You might as well be covered in body paint because almost all the subtle curves and details of your body are on display already (and what is wrong with that?). But even women in aerobics exercise classes in the 1980s didn’t usually wear outfits this tight (dear Matthew would know as he has wanked over many 80’s aerobic video’s in his useful stay on earth).

Maybe I also didn’t notice back in the 1980s because I was just a boy and less interested in sex, but there’s still no reason to parade around in public with your genitals on display (oh but there is, the spooooooky miiiiiind controlling yoga-pants!). Normal pants should work just fine. I have run very fast (at top speed) many times in normal sweat pants while exercising, and they never hindered my movement at all. What other reason besides aerodynamics would you have to wear such tight clothing (nothing to do with societal pressures on women to look and act certain ways, it’s almost like performing femininity gets women cookies or something)?

Is it because you’re afraid you might gain weight and you want something that will stretch (fat shame much?)? Well, just buy some pants a couple sizes larger just in case (or pay the money for new pants if/when you gain weight)(mansplaination at its finest) instead of dressing like a whore and creating a sexual distraction (Okay this is totally a theme with Matthew, slutty whores and their magic hypno-pants defeat his brain *all* the time).

I find myself questioning my own conscience (how does one question a moral void?) when I see a woman who makes me want to just rip off what little clothing she has on and use her body for sex (because notes from your boner are totally more important that acknowledging someone’s humanity), because I actually do (believe it or not) have an innate respect for women (Matthew earnestly respects things he’d like to prong! Wow, the depths of that respect.).

I just hate people who tease (of course, teasing is being defined by you). Teasing is lying, and I hate lying. I want the truth (yooou can’t handle the trooooth!! – You’re a douche!) . It’s rude and dishonest when people go around advertising sex (and you know that how?) when in reality they don’t really want sex at all and would probably scream if you even attempted sex with them (women have mouth parts?? and brain parts attached to them?? In some strange alternate dimension I bet you could ask a woman if she wants sexy times or no … !!bzzzzzzzzz –yogapant-mind-domination engaged!! – those slutty bitchez just always askn’ for the peen!!).

Feminists are really delusional and selfish on this issue (as they always are when making the contentious argument that women are people), often trying to make the straw man argument that their bodies don’t belong to men (women’s bodies are not for the consumption of men, despite the historical and societal precedents). Of course your body doesn’t belong to anyone (oh, what this? It resembles a progressive non-douche laden point of view. “Quick! Set yoga-pants to emascula.…*reads next sentence*…never mind.) But your body does attract people. It attracts me (and I think the male body probably attracts women too, so it’s not necessarily sexist) (and it only for your attraction that the women whores do what they do…). That’s how natural, sexual attraction works (maybe in dudeocentric happy-fap-land, but in reality, oh reality my fap-happy friend, it is much, much, different).

We all have a mating instinct (we all naturually have toes and fingernails too, neither toes nor fingers entitle you to treat women as mere objects). (But men ordinarily have enough sense to not wear tight spandex pants that show off their genitals in public (thank you for explaining to women how they should dress based on important notes from your boner), and I’m not attracted to men anyway (because nothing is more scary than teh ghey secks!!), which is why I’m only criticizing women here once again.)

So, how do I reconcile my respect for women (!) with my desire to use this woman’s body for sex like a vicious animal (Sounds like another furious fap session is in order Mr.Pornsick-dude.)? I think maybe there are four types of females (and only one of your type: Doucheus-Maximus), and each brings out a different facet of my personality. There are: girls, women, whores, and teases (complete description of all female archetypes!! Achievement unlocked dude-bro!). I respect girls and women (because they dress and act decently). I respect them as much as they respect themselves. I even respect whores (prostitutes I mean) to a certain extent because they are at least honest and deliver on the sex that they advertise (for a price, but still they deliver).

Wow, if nothing else, Matthew embodies a keen respect of women and their humanity. Just not the slutty prick-teases with their unstoppable-mind controlling yoga pants of Doooooom *reverb*.

Lessons to learn.

1. Women are not responsible for your actions.

2. The judgements from your eye-penis are not valid outside the fap-o-sphere known as your mind.

Oh the legions of butthurt MRA’s and Nice Guys are trolling the comments on this particular video. “Dear God!,”they say,”what about the men?” can be heard reverberating the intertubes. Wednesday is going to be an examination of the series on video games from a feminist perspective. Enjoy the ride.

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